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I walk across Storrow to the water.I thought I'd watch Boston wipe the sleep from it's eyes.And as the sun goes down over Cambridge I look around and find that there is no one I can share this with.I've got your number in my pocketBut I don't think I can call it ever.Because I feel like I'd start to frequent These walks alone at the break of morning if I did.

This all starts to feel so typicalThere are things that I hope and the things that I know.When it's you and the city at 5am These thoughts tend to flutter and there's no way to stop themI'm just waiting for the sun to come up.

I'm not sure what exactly happened It seemed alright and then it vanished with those words.I remember how your body felt And how hours later I could still smell your skin.I've got your number in my pocketBut I'll never call it, because I don't think that I should.I couldn't stand to start to frequent these walks alone at the break of morningWhile everything sleeps.

This all starts to feel so typicalI wanted to stay but I knew I should go.And when it's you and the city at 5amThese thoughts tend to flutter and there's no way to stop them.I'm just waiting for the sun to come up.